Smiling, I remove a lockpicking kit from my belt and get to work, disarming the trap and picking the lock with ease. As it clicks the final tumbler, I...push the door open and stride into the room with a confidence that is instantly deflated when I see that the pedastool holding the statuette is empty.I blink, shake my head, blink several more times, then wipe my eyes.Still not there.In disbelief I check the charm at my wrist. It lies still and silent on it's clasp.A cough cause me to whirl. If Poppa don't know what happened to his contract people, he might get nervous and do something stupid. At least, that's my thinking right now."One of Howard's men came in the door, "We have another songbird. It's the four eyed guy that likes to make things go boom. Do you know he had six more detonators in his pocket plus the impound guys found thirty pounds of C-4 in the trunk of their car. They could blow up all of downtown Tampa with thirty pounds."He looked at me and said, "They didn't. Christoph left the pizza box on the table and moved closer to me with his hand on his waist. He stood tall with his crotch inches from my face."Do you want to eat some ... Hannah?" he said."What?" I answered, knowing he was likely referring to his penis more than the pizza.The zipper of his trousers made a heavy buzzing sound as he pulled it down. He struggled with his underwear before he took his thick cock out. Then his hands moved over my head and pushed me toward his cock. I took it in my. ‘So how was your day?’ he asked when they left her apartment. ‘Slow.’ she answered with a sigh. ‘I only had eight customers all day.’ ‘Well eight is better than none.’ She laughed and the sound made his stomach muscles tighten. Her laugh was incredible. He hadn’t found a single thing about her that wasn’t incredible. ‘So where are we going?’ she asked him as she climbed into his car. ‘I was thinking that new Italian restaurant, Paola’s I believe it is.’ Rand answered. ‘Oh I love Italian. I’ve.